I will give my body in service.

"R—really?!" the voice was a bit excited though also mixed with bashfulness. "T—that’s great…so— uh… did you want to do anything?” kinda a dumb question to ask since it was I initiating the date—er hanging out.

"You don't already have a plan?" A quiet laugh slips past his lips, though he turns sympathetic eyes on Eren. Poor kid's about as familiar with dating as he is amputation.

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I'm about to put this blog under some intense reconstruction, so please bear with me! It pales in comparison to my Eren blog, and it's killing my soul slowly.

If you would like to plot something with me or just do a simple one-liner, or if you would like a greeter post because they're simple and easy to write/reply to, don't hesitate to contact me! I'd like to really swing back into this muse while I'm updating his blog.

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{ ♕ ---- Street Savoir Faire ; *

It wasn't always like this. Marco didn't always live on the streets, or swipe pieces of bread off people's plates at outdoor cafes. He used to be happy, used to have a home, a loving family--he used to be normal.

He misses those years a lot. Especially in situations like this, when he's booking it down the street with a guy twice his size chasing him, meat cleaver in hand. Okay, so stealing a pack of premium all-beef hot dogs from a butcher shop wasn't his best plan, but he hadn't had a piece of meat in over three months, and he was pretty sure that if it was possible to go through withdrawals, he was managing it.

Marco only barely makes it into the clear--he scoots across a crosswalk just as the light's changing, and the butcher's forced to stop on the other side, screaming and flailing wildly. His whoop of victory is short-lived, though; moving forward while looking back is a terrible idea, especially on a crowded street, and the Spanish boy only just turns around in time to smash his nose into some poor guy's face. The hot dogs go flying, and Marco barely has time to let out a strangled noise of shock before he hits the ground.

"--Shit!"

If there was one person whom was entirely unprepared for anything like this; it was Eren. His lack of knowledge in an area such as 'getting to know someone' really became blatantly obvious. And the only thing he was meticulous in was the ability to stutter, hesitate, blush, and panic. All which are of no good traits to have. And he became quite settled in the idea he would always be this way, hopefully whomever he'd be with could handle that. And then he bumped into Marco. "H--hey, Marco...uh.."

"--Eren!" The intense awkward pause that follows is enough to make Marco's skin crawl, and he forces himself to smile, reaching out to place a hand on the younger's hip to steady him. "I was actually just looking for you--um..."

"I got your letter."

#shiganshinalegacy #asks #replies

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——﹙♟❜⋮ “I will not apologise for art. ——Now man up and put your underwear on over your pants so you look the part.”

#replies #myhti #[ NO SHH DON'T APOLOGIZE-- ]

"No."

It's difficult to look as offended as Marco does right now, but somehow he's pulling it off.

"I have a little respect for myself left, Eren. I'm not wearing tights, and I'm definitely not putting a pair of briefs on outside of my clothes!"

--And then there's the pout.

"I'm never letting Eren pick our debate topic ever again. We shot down dinosaurs, so now we're doing superheroes."

"This is literally the hardest thing I've ever had to write a speech about."

#verse: modern #open #[ based on what i'm currently going through #this is awful omfg ]

A note was slipped under the door of the room Marco bunked in. Sealed in a flimsy white envelope with the soldiers name etched upon it in his somewhat upper case chicken scratch; 'Marco-- When are you available next? I was thinking we should try and hang out. --Eren.'

Truth be told, Marco hadn't really been expecting a letter or anything of the sort--and when he opened it, he was even more startled to read the contents and just who exactly they were from.

Eren? Wanted to hang out with him? With the way he worded it, it seemed more like...

Well, like he wanted to go out on a date rather than just hang out.

Pocketing the note nervously, Marco wrings his hands together and heads out of the barracks, intending to find Eren to talk to him about it. He was free now, if that's what the younger wanted. Or he could... get dressed up first. He pauses mid-step, looking back to think if he had anything nicer he could change into.

Not really.

"God, I'm so unprepared for this..."

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THROWS HANDS UP IN FRUSTRATION

I can't catch a break when it comes to being technologically impaired I swear to god----

So here's the deal: my laptop is more or less down for the count. I'm beyond sick of fighting with it to be quite honest, and it has proven to me it intends to stay broken. I get paid in a week, so I'm hoping I'll have enough on that check to buy a new laptop (and cry profusely because that's going to put me SO far behind on getting my Mikasa cosplay finished--) because I seriously need one that doesn't shut off every ten minutes or just keep trying to do an automatic repair upon startup that's doomed to fail. I'll be around on mobile, but I don't anticipate being incredibly active until something is done about the computer situation. I apologize because my activity has been sparse enough as is and this is really just setting me back in every way imaginable. Sigh.

Feel free to communicate with me through messages and such, and here's to hoping things will be resolved rather quickly.

#ooc #mobile

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Marco, behave yourself!

#;images #;bott #queue

"Happy new year, Eren!" Marco leans forward and smooches him with a grin, resting a hand on the younger's hip lazily. [ sob im sorry this is late my computer is an ass ]

"Hey, Marco! Happy N—"

In the surprise lean forward where lips met in a chaste kiss, heat built up in his cheeks. Whilst kisses were meant unplanned, or simply when two were building up to it, it was the sudden motion of it that threw him off.

That when said lips parted and all that Marco wore was a grin there was a brief moment of silence followed with a cough to clear a throat.

"—auh… n—new y—year.." there were a few traces of a hidden smile there.

"M’not rushing." hnn, this was already hard enough as is. And Jean really is a pain —tch, I don’t want it to seem like Jean’s the reason for anything I may say or do with Marco.

"—you can say somethin’ to him if you want. But I can handle Jean." damn, great that sounded like I was threatening his friend—

Sighs; pulling away slightly fingertips pinch upon the bridge of my nose. Ugh, great— I said something wrong. Everything was fine just a few seconds ago, I didn’t want moments spent with Marco being wasted on topics of Jean, after all it seems pretty clear he knows how I feel about him.

"—mm, can we just— not talk about this right now. A—aside from the kiss… did you make a new year’s wish, or goal, or something?"

Marco furrows his brow when Eren draws away, not understanding what was the problem. They'd been okay just a minute ago--maybe it had irritated him that the freckled soldier had brought up Jean? The pair didn't exactly get along, after all. "I'm--sorry," he breathes, hands falling uselessly to his sides. God, boys were difficult sometimes. He couldn't imagine dating a girl; he'd never know what to do.

"----Like a New Year's Resolution? Um... I guess I want to gain a little more muscle this year and... hm, maybe make more friends. You can never have too many people you can count on, especially in our line of work, right?"

"Happy new year, Eren!" Marco leans forward and smooches him with a grin, resting a hand on the younger's hip lazily. [ sob im sorry this is late my computer is an ass ]

"Hey, Marco! Happy N—"

In the surprise lean forward where lips met in a chaste kiss, heat built up in his cheeks. Whilst kisses were meant unplanned, or simply when two were building up to it, it was the sudden motion of it that threw him off.

That when said lips parted and all that Marco wore was a grin there was a brief moment of silence followed with a cough to clear a throat.

"—auh… n—new y—year.." there were a few traces of a hidden smile there.

The sensation of fingers slipping between the wedges of my own was quite the different feeling coming from Marco; the touch was soft enough to tickle. For once the typical reaction of rigidness was subdued and replaced with ease; features of a soft smile replacing a heated blush.

"O—okay. Thanks. I’m sure… eventually… the words will find me. I— can get use to this."

”There’s no reason to rush anything and confuse you or make you uncomfortable. Jean does that enough as it is, I’m sure. —Do you want me to talk to him about that, by the way? It’s really not nice how much pressure he puts on you all the time.”

"Happy new year, Eren!" Marco leans forward and smooches him with a grin, resting a hand on the younger's hip lazily. [ sob im sorry this is late my computer is an ass ]

"Hey, Marco! Happy N—"

In the surprise lean forward where lips met in a chaste kiss, heat built up in his cheeks. Whilst kisses were meant unplanned, or simply when two were building up to it, it was the sudden motion of it that threw him off.

That when said lips parted and all that Marco wore was a grin there was a brief moment of silence followed with a cough to clear a throat.

"—auh… n—new y—year.." there were a few traces of a hidden smile there.

"—hm?" a sudden blink came to be once his wrist pressed to my forehead… was I getting too warm? Was it that bad? Was I that noticeable?

"…uhh, n—no, heh. I— uh… can handle it…" a soft breath passes in an exhale, my own fingers coming to wrap around his wrist as I pull the limb down. "M’fine, really." oi— who was I kidding?

Leaning in and coming to rest my forehead upon his chest I murmur with a sigh “—mm’sorry I suck at this.”

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--Seriously, how did one person even get to be that cute with such simple gestures? Marco slides his hand along the other's arm and slips his fingers in between Eren's, using his free hand to tip his chin up. "Eren, it's okay. You don't have to apologize, okay? I know this is... different for you, so... it's okay. Seriously."

"Happy new year, Eren!" Marco leans forward and smooches him with a grin, resting a hand on the younger's hip lazily. [ sob im sorry this is late my computer is an ass ]

"Hey, Marco! Happy N—"

In the surprise lean forward where lips met in a chaste kiss, heat built up in his cheeks. Whilst kisses were meant unplanned, or simply when two were building up to it, it was the sudden motion of it that threw him off.

That when said lips parted and all that Marco wore was a grin there was a brief moment of silence followed with a cough to clear a throat.

"—auh… n—new y—year.." there were a few traces of a hidden smile there.

I didn’t believe it— but of course it would be Marco to me my only midnight kiss. And then he did it again… not on the lips this time but close enough.

A soft groan half attempted and only partially slipping out when it happened again. “heh— yeah…” aside from not having the words to say, which was smooth, there was only the aided affect of being lightheaded through it all and the consistent blush on my cheeks I couldn’t hide.

”Are you okay, Eren?” Pressing his wrist to Eren’s forehead, Marco tries to keep the teasing smirk off his lips and instead go for a genuinely concerned frown, brow knit together. ”Did I overload your brain with that? Maybe I should have gone easy on you, huh?”

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Bertholdt looked down at the gift. It was very thoughtful. Even sometimes there were problems Bertholdt couldn't go to Reiner about. Maybe writing them down wasn't such a bad idea. He took the book from Marco and smiled. "Thank you...." He said with a smile.

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"S-so it's okay?" Marco inquires, a little grin spreading across his lips. "--Oh! I also got you a little gag gift, too. Remember how people always used to call you Marco when we first started up here?"

He pulls out a piece of paper and loops it through Berthold's shirt with a little needle. The taller boy's name is written on it in elegant script, and Marco beams like he's impossibly proud of his joke. "Now everyone will know you're Berthold and not me!"

"Happy new year, Eren!" Marco leans forward and smooches him with a grin, resting a hand on the younger's hip lazily. [ sob im sorry this is late my computer is an ass ]

"Hey, Marco! Happy N—"

In the surprise lean forward where lips met in a chaste kiss, heat built up in his cheeks. Whilst kisses were meant unplanned, or simply when two were building up to it, it was the sudden motion of it that threw him off.

That when said lips parted and all that Marco wore was a grin there was a brief moment of silence followed with a cough to clear a throat.

"—auh… n—new y—year.." there were a few traces of a hidden smile there.

Marco still can't get over how cute Eren tends to get when he's flustered about the little touches or kisses he receives, and he pecks the corner of the boy's lips gingerly with a quiet laugh. "Sorry, you know how the tradition goes. Gotta kiss at midnight!"